Wednesday, June 27, 2007


On a street
with two suns
a woman tans
at a bus stop.
Hers is a
variable beauty
of restless angles,
arms akimbo
hips cocked.
One last time
she shifts
to step on to
the Number Two
and angles
and beauty
become perfect
then are gone.


adi said...

i wish for a photograph here :)

coyote said...

Heh. Getting that done might've been seen as creepy. Whereas writing poetry about it is seen as sort of arty, and so is far better for my self-image...

And really, for our purposes, your imagination is far better than any photo, don't you think?